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sancta-simplicitas
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- Dec 14, 2023
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It seems impossible to even exist nowadays without getting bombarded by it. Everything is divided up between "healthy" and "unhealthy" with absolutely zero nuance. And holy hell, being part of the "unhealthy" gang in any way, shape or form is basically the same as being a ruthless dictator. Because if you're not healthy, it's obviously your own fault. Not the fault of your world where you're expected to work your ass off until you get sick, where there is no natural community but instead parasocial groups so huge that they're instead mentally taxing, where other humans abuse, bully, argue and kill on a daily basis, where you can't open a newspaper without learning about it. If you feel just a little bit bad about your circumstances you probably have a mental disorder and need medication.
Ultraprocessed foods will kill you if you just look at it for too long, if you happen to be overweight you're no longer called "ugly" or "lazy, you're "unhealthy" and taking valuable resources away from actual sick people, how dare you? If you have any sort of emotion that isn't happy and content you should go to therapy. No, you owe it to society to go to therapy, because lord forbid you walk around spreading your dangerous unhealth to the poor other people. Anyone whom you've ever had a conflict with is a "narcissist" and you immediately have to go "no contact". Interestingly enough, if you as much as think about helping another person, beyond sending them a number to a hotline, you're "codependent" and "work above your paygrade". Always put yourself, your own interest, your "health" first, because that is self-care, which is the modern day equivalent of prayer. Except for when you need to talk to someone of course. Try to go to someone for support and you're probably a covert narcissist because you're trauma dumping, which is a mortal sin. Do you want support? You're gonna have to pay for it.
Had a bad day? Self-care. Got urinary tract infection? Self-care. Someone mugged you and beat you bloody on the street? Self-care. Your entire family murdered by HIV-infected baboons with laser guns? You guessed it, it can be solved with a little self-care! Throw in a splash of setting boundaries (against what, to whom is never specified but it doesn't matter), practicing a skewed and capitalistic version of mindfulness, positive affirmations and some yoga and you basically have no right to complain anymore because those things obviously solve everything and how irresponsible of you to not do those, don't you care about your health?! Oh, and "self-care" actually means that you have to buy a lot of stuff, I forgot that. You're not taking care of yourself for real unless you get a new self-help book, fifteen bath bombs, a 100 euro bottle of moisturizer and a pitcher of organic juice that tastes just the same as regular juice but the box says it cleanses your liver.
I don't want to do this anymore.. Recently I have begun to talk negatively (aaaaa negativity so unhealthy!!!) to myself on a daily basis just to counter this shit. It feels so fucking good. I suck, I'm pathetic and I'm disgusting and I fucking own it. I also have the very cooky habit of listening to people who need to talk to someone. For free! I know. I'm so codependent.
Thank you for listening to my TED talk. Sponsered by an ultramegaprocessed salted caramel donut with refined sugars and gluten, which is now in my stomach. Unclear if I'll live tomorrow.
Ultraprocessed foods will kill you if you just look at it for too long, if you happen to be overweight you're no longer called "ugly" or "lazy, you're "unhealthy" and taking valuable resources away from actual sick people, how dare you? If you have any sort of emotion that isn't happy and content you should go to therapy. No, you owe it to society to go to therapy, because lord forbid you walk around spreading your dangerous unhealth to the poor other people. Anyone whom you've ever had a conflict with is a "narcissist" and you immediately have to go "no contact". Interestingly enough, if you as much as think about helping another person, beyond sending them a number to a hotline, you're "codependent" and "work above your paygrade". Always put yourself, your own interest, your "health" first, because that is self-care, which is the modern day equivalent of prayer. Except for when you need to talk to someone of course. Try to go to someone for support and you're probably a covert narcissist because you're trauma dumping, which is a mortal sin. Do you want support? You're gonna have to pay for it.
Had a bad day? Self-care. Got urinary tract infection? Self-care. Someone mugged you and beat you bloody on the street? Self-care. Your entire family murdered by HIV-infected baboons with laser guns? You guessed it, it can be solved with a little self-care! Throw in a splash of setting boundaries (against what, to whom is never specified but it doesn't matter), practicing a skewed and capitalistic version of mindfulness, positive affirmations and some yoga and you basically have no right to complain anymore because those things obviously solve everything and how irresponsible of you to not do those, don't you care about your health?! Oh, and "self-care" actually means that you have to buy a lot of stuff, I forgot that. You're not taking care of yourself for real unless you get a new self-help book, fifteen bath bombs, a 100 euro bottle of moisturizer and a pitcher of organic juice that tastes just the same as regular juice but the box says it cleanses your liver.
I don't want to do this anymore.. Recently I have begun to talk negatively (aaaaa negativity so unhealthy!!!) to myself on a daily basis just to counter this shit. It feels so fucking good. I suck, I'm pathetic and I'm disgusting and I fucking own it. I also have the very cooky habit of listening to people who need to talk to someone. For free! I know. I'm so codependent.
Thank you for listening to my TED talk. Sponsered by an ultramegaprocessed salted caramel donut with refined sugars and gluten, which is now in my stomach. Unclear if I'll live tomorrow.